Music Man-Flim Flam Man-Don’t Trip on Trump!

Music Man 2Have you made the connection between the Music Man, the Flim Flam Man, Tripping over Trump, and the Iowa State Fair?  

Way back when….1962, Music Man, the musical, turned up giving us the flim flam man, a salesman extraordinaire, who comes to IOWA to sell a bogus band, a cadre of instruments, stacks of ‘patriotic red’ uniforms of every size and shape, and music lessons transforming the bored kids of River City, Iowa into “Suzuki Kid” wonders.

Oh, what a splash he makes.  He wows the grown-ups of Iowa City with his promises of a dazzling 76 trombones’ marching band that will distract the kids from the sins of the time, like pool (billiards) and booze and corruption and horror of horrors, the brazen slang that is creeping onto the lips of Iowa’s youth, like: “soze your ole man”, a real shocker to Midwest parents.

He is so convincing, this Professor Howard Hill, ‘music man cum flim flam show man’, that Iowans sign up right and left for the bogus dream of the band…but… are they buying a band? 

NO, they are buying exicitement, hope, optimism, and the promise of change or at least a release from the straight and narrow of forced decorum (behavior in keeping with good taste and propriety) and corseted emotions!

They are buying what they long to hear–“we can be great, our kids can be great, Iowa City can be great!” 

And so, even though a few see through the flim flam, the Iowa City folk just don’t care. They love the show. They love the uncensored chutzpah of this music man selling them dreams and days of just feeling good about themselves and their town!

Well folks, there you have it. Music Man to Flim Flam Man to Tripping over Trump as he barkers his way through the Iowa State Fair in August, 2015, dazzling the many. They show up in droves.  He gives the kids helicopter rides and they too start to believe in billionaire futures, no doubt.

He sells the grown-ups generalities (nothing wrong with that) and points up the sham of the many other flim flam man/s!  He says what he thinks. He promises good times ahead and to love and take care of everybody while making us big and tough in the world once more.

Yep, there is nothing wrong with making people feel good; a new day is a comin’, Trump-style!

And…there is nothing wrong with being a generalist about your politics especially when historically, “we the people” know that even when politicians lay out a very detailed- methodical- left brain- serious- no smiles- no happies- plan, we rarely see it turn into a real action plan. We are usually bored silly.

That’s the cosmic humor of it all.  Emotion feels good. Dreams feel good. Showmanship pulls us from our sleep. The details often bore, assume that reality is immutable, and leave out the backbone of real governance, creativity, that is!

Even in the movie, Professor Howard Hill pulls it off, finds his moral compass (to a degree), and the kids really do march down the street tromboning exuberantly and the grown-ups really do cheer for a new day in Iowa City!

I guess the only fly in the ointment might be if we truly believe that one guy, one leader, one anyone (female or male) can be the Saviour.

Yep, that’s an archetype that seems to repeatedly trip us up and whose shelf-life is waning. Even Jesus had some very good news to sell, but well, the action plan has fallen a bit short.

It has worked for some for the last two thousand years, but… not so much anymore. Lots of promises. but no cigar and yet, we still look for the one voice that will redeem us.

Even many a German (in good faith at the time, I imagine) thought they had found a Saviour who would pull them out of poverty, hopelessness and return their country to greatness.  Look how that turned out!

And as for we democracy types, the past has been filled with voters running to the polls to elect the next Saviour to turn it all around…no cigar!

What’s the high frequency message?  There is nothing wrong with a bit of flim flam, a bit of showmanship, and making the folk feel good, but this does not a Saviour make.

Time to wake up and reach beyond this archaic one MAN SHOWOne Man Show IDEA of governance.

After all, it is the 76 trombones’ band that really made the music and the town proud!


Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.



3798318_thumbnail(2)Morgana shares an article by Greg Prescott.

My most current blog: “Somebody Tell Me Why Killing Is So Easy” speaks of the power and prophetic-like qualities of some movies. The movie Powder for one.

Now, Greg brings such a prophetic note by resurrecting the film, My Dinner With Andre which beautifully reminds us that “pockets of light”, new kinds of monasteries, new centers of light are so needed to keep us sane and centered.

 The enormous interest in communities, establishing living places for groups of people of “light-and-like” mind is an impulse gaining momentum and foreseen in this 1980’s film!



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by Gregg Prescott, M.S.

On In5D, we published an article entitled, “Moving Into 5D, Hidden In Plain Sight,”where Hollywood hid an inspiring message in plain sight regarding humanity moving to its next stage of spiritual evolution. While some may simply call this science fiction, others see how Hollywood lays out events that are about to happen, masking them in under the guise of entertainment and debunking the possibilities of these events coming to fruition as the overactive imagination(s) of the viewer(s).

The following is an excerpt from the movie, My Dinner with André where once again, an important message is hidden in plain sight.  Pay close attention to the part where Andre talks about the pockets of light appearing all around the world because this is happening right now as each person awakens.

And as each person awakens, it changes the outcome of probable timelines in parallel universes and alternate realities.  Right now, we are playing out the greatest probability of all possible scenarios in this particular reality, but as more people awaken and change their views on how they see reality, the reality changes with it.

If you’re looking for proof, look no further than events that haven’t happened such as Edgar Cayce’s prediction of Armageddon in 1999, the New World Order coming to fruition by 2000, and the failure of the North American Union to become a reality.

Negative timeline events are fading away quickly, as the ruling elite are very well aware of this.  This is why they are ramping up tensions all around the world in a last ditch effort to cultivate as much fear as possible, because through fear, they can control the masses.



WALLY: Well, why…why do you think that is? I mean, why is that? I mean, is it just because people are lazy today? Or they’re bored? I mean, are we just like bored, spoiled children who’ve just been lying in the bathtub all day just playing with their plastic duck and now they’re just thinking: “Well! what can I do?” [Cough in the background.]

ANDRE: Okay! Yes! We’re bored! We’re all bored now! But has it ever occurred to you, Wally, that the process that creates this boredom that we see in the world now may very well be a self-perpetuating, unconscious form of brain-washing, created by a world totalitarian government based on money? And that all of this is much more dangerous than one thinks? And it’s not just a question of individual survival, Wally, but that somebody who’s bored is asleep, and somebody who’s asleep will not say “no”? See, I keep meeting these people, I mean, uh, just a few days ago I met this man whom I greatly admire, he’s a Swedish physicist, Gustav Björnstrand? And he told me that he no longer watches television, he doesn’t read newspapers and he doesn’t read magazines. He’s completely cut them out of his life, because he really does feel that we’re living in some kind of Orwellian nightmare now, and that everything that you hear now contributes to turning you into a robot!

And when I was at Findhorn, I met this extraordinary English tree expert, who had devoted his life to saving trees. He just got back from Washington, lobbying to save the redwoods? He’s eighty-four years old and he always travels with a back-pack ’cause he never knows where he’s gonna be tomorrow! And when I met him at Findhorn he said to me: “Where are you from?” And I said: “New York.” He said: “Ah, New York! Yes, that’s a very interesting place. Do you know a lot of New Yorkers who keep talking about the fact that they want to leave but never do?” And I said: “Oh, yes!” And he said: “Why do you think they don’t leave?” I gave him different banal theories. He said: “Oh, I don’t think it’s that way at all.” He said: “I think that New York is the new model for the new concentration camp, where the camp has been built by the inmates themselves, and the inmates are the guards, and they have this pride in this thing they’ve built, they’ve built their own prison. And so they exist in a state of schizophrenia, where they are both guards and prisoners. And as a result they no longer have, having been lobotomized, the capacity to leave the prison they’ve made, or to even see it as a prison. And then he went into his pocket and he took out a seed for a tree, and he said: “This is a pine tree.” He put it in my hand and he said: “Escape, before it’s too late.”

You see, actually, for two or three years now Chiquita and I have had this very unpleasant feeling that we really should get out. No, we really should feel like Jews in Germany in the late thirties? Get out of here! Of course, the problem is where to go, ’cause it seems quite obvious that the whole world is going in the same direction. You see, I think it’s quite possible that the nineteen-sixties represented the last burst of the human being before he was extinguished. And that this is the beginning of the rest of the future now, and that from now on there’ll simply be all these robots walking around, feeling nothing, thinking nothing. And there’ll be nobody left almost to remind them that there once was a species called a human being, with feelings and thoughts. And that history and memory are right now being erased, and soon nobody will really remember that life existed on the planet!

Now, of course, Björnstrand feels that there’s really almost no hope. And that we’re probably going back to a very savage, lawless, terrifying period. Findhorn people see it a little differently. They’re feeling that there’ll be these “pockets of light” springing up in different parts of the world, and that these will be in a way invisible planets on this planet, and that as we, or the world, grow colder, we can take invisible space journeys to these different planets, refuel for what it is we need to do on the planet itself, and come back. And it’s their feeling that there have to be centers, now, where people can come and reconstruct a new future for the world. And when I was talking to Gustav Björnstrand, he was saying that actually, these centers are growing up everywhere now! And that what they’re trying to do, which is what Findhorn was trying to do, and in a way what I was trying to do…I mean, these things can’t be given names, but in a way, these are all attempts at creating a new kind of school, or a new kind of monastery. And Björnstrand talks about the concept of reserves, islands of safety, where history can be remembered, and the human being can continue to function in order to maintain the species through a dark age.

In other words we’re talking about an underground, which did exist in a different way during the Dark Ages among the mystical orders of the Church. And the purpose of this underground is to find out how to preserve the light, life, the culture. How to keep things living. You see, I keep thinking that what we need is a new language, a language of the heart, languages in the Polish forest where language wasn’t needed. Some kind of language between people that is a new kind of poetry, that’s the poetry of the dancing bee that tells us where the honey is. And I think that in order to create that language, you’re going to have to learn how you can go through a looking glass into another kind of perception, where you have that sense of being united to all things. And suddenly, you understand everything.

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For some people, activism is the best way to achieve results because through activism, we see direct results.  For others, holding the energy and vibration of love is playing a large role as we are all beacons of light connected to one another through the planetary grid system.  Many people, such as myself, will do both.

Regardless of what your choice is, do it in the vibration of love and continue to work on eliminating as much fear as possible.  The best way to do that is to not watch TV or read anything that is published by the mainstream media.  Connect and ground yourself with nature, even if it’s looking at pictures of nature.  Express gratitude and forgive those who have hurt you.

We can literally change the world overnight into something amazing!

Click here for more articles by Gregg Prescott!

About the Author:
Gregg Prescott, M.S. is the founder and editor of In5D and BodyMindSoulSpirit. He hosts a weekly spiritual show on In5D Radio and promotes spiritual, metaphysical and esoteric conferences in the United States through In5dEvents. Gregg is currently working in collaboration with Michelle Walling, CHLC, in opening a holistic walk-in clinic called Alternative Holistic Healthcare (AHH) in Sarasota, FL with subsequent subsidiaries around the world based upon this model.Gregg Prescott, M.S. is the founder and editor of In5D andBodyMindSoulSpirit. He hosts a weekly spiritual show on In5D Radio and promotes spiritual, metaphysical and esoteric conferences in the United States through In5dEvents. His love and faith for humanity motivates him to work relentlessly in humanity’s best interests 12-15+ hours a day, 365 days a year.  Please like and follow In5D on Facebook as well asBodyMindSoulSpirit on Facebook!

Somebody Tell Me Why Killing Is So Easy! I’ll Tell You…



Chapter 1:

The ink is barely dry on my last blog,  “Trump On, Trump, Trump On!”,  and I continue to remain glued to world events, a temporary departure from my preferred “humor is healthier” personal signature.

But, NOW,  being psychically awash in shootings, killings, murders tied to movie theaters, traffic stops, road rage, and slaughter as a trophy sport (Cecil the Lion) in Africa (and in the USA), I am exhuming the seemingly eternal question of why?

Let it be said that looking for the why of events can be an insane exercise, nevertheless, the deeper relationship of killer to killing and the seeming lack of emotional connection to the act itself is so in our faces that I cannot leave it alone.

Let’s call it the intense global warming of humanity. No, more accurately, the intense global boiling point of humanity! 

I confess, I have not found the higher frequency message in all this… yet.

“Will I find it”, I ask? ‘It just may not be gettable,’ I reply.

Currently, I walk around saying to friends: “people are snapping, more reactive than ever with very little provocation”.

But a high frequency flip is possible, it is innate to our potential…and… part of that flip is up to us and the rest is up to the forces a-brew in the entire cosmic soup, of which we are a part.

Ok, so that is what I have been thinking, most often at 2AM when the quiet gives up its daytime denial.




Chapter 2:

As the Universe is want to do, I ask a mind bending question like why do most segments of humanity seem to have an obsession with killing (just about everything)….. and….. sooner or later answers come in image and story.

In this case, I flashed almost immediately on a poster from a rather obscure movie seen several years ago. Then, google magic served up the exact scene in that movie which captures, I believe, what is the potential for our continued quest to become human and which is so completely lacking in our present primitive state of  the bully boy pandemic.

Do I believe it was an inspiration sent? YES!

Movies often carry bits of futuristic truths not yet perceived by the majority of us or else we would not be able to imagine these so-called science fiction stories so beyond our present reality.

After all, film is story telling and story telling (in my world) comes from the collective mind/ heart that can be tapped into by persons open enough to receive (both muck and brilliance, that is.)

Chapter 3:

POWDER, 1995 Movie

POWDER, 1995 Movie Poster

The movie: “Powder” , (1995) tells of an unusual boy, Jeremy, who gives us a glimpse into our future (I hope) and personifies the complex energy fields we are only beginning to understand (quantum everything!).   He is attuned to Life and he is attuned to quantums of light, (resulting from a lightning strike).

His male peers do not understand his exceptional gifts and so resort to bullying and abusing him (egged on by the adult males in the group).

The focal point of the story occurs on a hunting trip when one of the boys’ dads kills a deer and Jeremy, the group’s scapegoat, witnesses the deer’s agony.  Anguished by the animal’s dying, Jeremy touches the deer and, at the same time, grabs Harley, the hunter’s hand inducing in Harley what the boys assume is a seizure. However, Harley admits it was no seizure and that Jeremy had actually caused him to feel the pain and fear of the dying deer.



The Killing of the Deer

The Killing of the Deer

The script reads:

“That kid, he lays his hand on the deer while it’s still shaking, and then he touches me at the same time. Now, I can’t figure out why — till my heart starts pounding, and I’m shaking, and I’m feeling myself hurt and scared shitless, slipping away in the goddamn dark. That’s the worst thing I ever felt. Its like I could feel that animal dyingHell, it was like I was the goddamned thing!”

Here’s a teaser to what happens to Harley: He is so affected by actually feeling/ experiencing the deer’s agony as it dies that he can never CARRY A GUN OR HUNT AGAIN…..In fact, he is NEVER the same; some version of the macho male is knocked out of him.

Chapter 4:  I INVITE you (and I am attempting not to be bossy about this)  to watch this entire 4 minute segment.  Words just aren’t enough to communicate a passion about this and for you to experience it in image and story.

And yet, I use words because that’s what I’ve got to suggest that humans learn through EXPERIENCING, feeling, touching  and taking in, viscerally, the consequences of what WE DO!

Denial, rigid beliefs that only hide the fear, bullying that only hides the fear, separation that only hides the fear, unhealed personal abuses (woundings) that lead to the insanest of thoughts and beliefs remove us from emotional connection and prepare us to be able to kill LIFE.

Add to this the use of guns, bombs, drones and fighter jets and we are even more distanced from experiencing the kill.

Rape, fists, guns, bombs, arrows and war machinery beyond comprehension remove us from the human aversion to killing LIFE.

I do not think the film “Powder” is science fiction. I think it illustrates what we are capable of as energetic beings connected to the energy of all other expressions of life. Our work is to open to it..clear out the muck..become quiet enough to feel with higher level senses.

THAT’S WHAT THE FILM “POWDER” OFFERS–a way to imagine our next steps in becoming human and a clear intention to open to this realm of the energetics of light and connection; empathy more visceral, more intensely felt than we ever imagined.  It’s a way up and out!

Listen to the story told by the reed,
of being separated.

“Since I was cut from the reedbed,
I have made this crying sound.

Anyone apart from someone (she) loves
understands what I say.

Anyone pulled from a source
longs to go back.


Trump On! — Donald Trump — Trump On!

Trump On, Donald Trump!OK OK….first, my disclaimer: Donald is not the President for me, BUT…..oh, what a delicious town crier he makes!  Oh, what a delicious court jester blowing the cover off seats of power, he is,  and…..oh, what a delicious “party” pooper calling out to many of the presidential wanna-bes that they have the Emperor syndrome: NO clothes and just don’t know it!

Anyone who knows me or reads my take on ‘all things human’ knows that I look for the high frequency message in most everything…even when it takes me awhile to find it… which it often does.

By high frequency message, I mean the bigger story in events, the grand metaphor that may teach, inspire and guide our direction…if we are awake enough to “get it”.

Take Donald, for example. Over the years I have railed against his pomposity and general buffoonery cloaked in his ‘rich man is king’ rhetoric; a master at picking barroom brawls with the likes of Rosie O’Donnell (who please understand I am NOT incuding in the same gang of political pugilists with whom he loves to spar )… most recently Lindsey Graham and Texas light weight, Rick Perry.Barroom Brawls


But now…Donald has caught my attention.

He has been selected by the Universe to perform a much needed task: to be the perfect “man about town” to upset, defrock, and  generally emasculate all the sacred cows that America worships, the first holy cow being: “avoid plain talk at all costs and insulate every speech in a jumbled haze of mendacity!  Mendacity?  Well, that’s what Burl Ives’ character Big Daddy nearly burst an aneurysm over in his 50’s role in the film: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.  There was Big Daddy surrounded by people-pleasing greed grasping relatives trying to curry his favor before he dies and he yells at the top of his lungs: “I am surrounded by mendacity!” (translation: lies and deceit).

So here comes Trump, richer than Croesus, and proceeds to unhinge the “people-pleasing grasping politicians trying to curry favor (translation: power) with anyone who will make them king”.  Now, Trump doesn’t need to be made king because he already thinks he is king (translation: Croesus the Contemporary) and therefore operates on the premise that “it is open season on all sacred cows”. Translation: “let’s get on with it and blow the walls of Jericho down”.

His strategy?  Two potent tactics carry his signature theme: irreverence about pretty much everything and plain uncensored opinion with just enough truth in each statement to make eyelids flutter. All of a sudden folk are coming out of the death trance of politics-masquerading- as- government and queueing up in huge numbers to hear the town crier say things they have been thinking for…well, years.

By the way, as an Astrology buff, let’s give the planetary energies their due as equal collaborators with Trump. Uranus who represents the energy of unheaval, ‘take no prisoners’ and a change NOW attitude is in full swing for months to come.  Add to this, Mars representing the energies of forward thrust and warriorship (not always expressed from the highest octave of the spiritual warrior, however.) careening through the human psyche this summer season.

These are just the planetary buddies a Trump personality needs to  thrive! “What luck, Donald, to be caught in such an intense astrological thermal!”

Now don’t mistake my analysis of Trump as endorsement or admiration for a new bully boy icon to set us all free….but do know that he is a welcome pawn on the chessboard of events that the Universe is orchestrating; a giant wind to blow the falsities out of our House and unhinge the pillars that collect like barnacles on what was meant to be a vibrant and open society.

So, in his bluster-full fashion, Trump takes on some of these pillars and busts the “common agreed upon stories” (I am sure there are more to come…)





Political Pillars are like red flags to a bull…, Trump On, Trump:

Pillar #1:  Patriotism looks like one man in Vietnam who happened to be captured and tortured like many many other soldiers, but somehow managed to ride his story all the way to Washington couched in an aura of what it is to be a hero and what it is to be a leader. Translation: hero/leader = a true son of the military might machine and and a steadfast carrier of pre-fabricated stories we have endured for years.

Pillar #2:  Immigration is indeed an unsolvable problem and the most creative solution we can come up with is to revert once again to the brilliance of the military might machine. Translation: think medieval times and build a wall. (remember moats?)



Don’t forget that Trump has no better solutions to the “wall-em-out” strategy and the bully boy model of just about everything, but he is opening his mouth and scattering the sacred cows of  lock step agreements; the sacred commandments holding up the current political strategies of many of the presidential wanna-bes: know nothing, do nothing and for godsake be incoherent about whatever it is you think you know!  True leadership and governance at its best.

Pillar #3: I repeat.  Mendacity, half-truths and ‘give the people what you think they want to hear or are dumb enough to swallow” is a mighty pillar of our politics; the way to maintain a top down culture and a nation of sleep walkers who will never guess at your true motives (except we do and Trump is appealing to our imploded anger with great success).

After all, people are simple folk and must be saved from the  truth, we are told, without actually being told, and politicians and so-called world leaders know best, we are told, without actually being told.  The inference is that skillful mendacity (lies and deceit) will keep “things” culturally catatonic and that’s good for all…well, for some.

And…guess what? Trump is appealing to our imploded anger about this too…also with great successs.

This is just a bit of what Donald has offered up in the last couple of weeks; enough to get me, liberal progressive maverick me, (omg!) more interested in the hazy lazy crazy days of politics than I have been for years.

I just want to say: Trump on, Donald Trump, Trump On!

Make us laugh and make us cheer.  It isn’t what you say, Donald, it is your carnival style barker bites that are blowing the lid off everything even while many of us see straight through your own arrogance and wrong-headed thinking.

We need a bulldozer right now and you are it!  You are good at it.

So, Donald, thanks.

You went to Oz and pulled back the curtain, it’s messy, but someone had to take on the roll of plumber and town crier.

It’s even possible that “tolerating the intolerable” may lose its holy commandment status and we will find sacred cows lying about like empty sacks in the halls of Congress, banks, churches, schools, and gun shops, just to name a few of the many.

Plumb with VigorAnd then, Donald, we will ask you to sit down.

Who knows, we might use the whirlwind you have created with your bombastic skill to actually throw the bums out of Congress and state governments and call a Cosmic Convention of regular folk who never dreamed of being politicians because they can do better.

We might even become heart-headed enough to ponder “just what model of true goverance might we design for the 21st century and beyond that benefits ALL LIFE, not just rich two leggeds or two leggeds with bully boy military might.  

Let’s hope, however, that we will have developed an alzheimer-like amnesia for the bully boy military model that has run the show since god showed up in our ‘sacred cow’ literature.

mad sacred cow


We might also want to fire all the Oz-like wizards who spend their precious talents behind curtains all over the world spinning realities for the rest of us to choke on as we attempt to maneuver around obstacles, complexities and confusion.

It is possible that Trump will be one of these casualties after his road show runs its course.


But for now…let’s celebrate Trump’s ‘rubble rousing’ and then folks, don’t panic, the best could just be yet to come!



Morgana Morgaine, RN MA Certified Coach

Author of “Borderless Broads, New Adventures for the Midlife Woman”

Cheers to all those Dreaming the BIG Dream!

There Is A Softness in the World that I Am Seeking

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The Perspective of

An Uncommon Mystic


There is a softness in the world that I am seeking,

Being weary of hardened faces and harsh tones, my own and that of others.

I no longer seek to “earn” anything, trust, friendship, gentleness, a place at the table.

I no longer seek to explain myself or ask the same of you.

I am simply seeking a softness in the world, a gentleness of spirit, my own and yours.

 I am weary of stories about how I got to be the way I am or you got to be the way you are; all a fiction anyway.

What I am eager to experience is soft eyes looking through me and into me;

 Occasional adoration, even, like we most often reserve for young babes and lovers.

 A carefulness not to wound would also sit well with me.

I am increasingly weary of my intellect and yours.

I am much more curious about the intelligence of your heart and mine.

Intelligence of the heart comes in a variety of costumes. I find.

A Sufi engages an audience of strangers with an offer to listen.

“Tell me of your sadness”, he says—and then pauses.

Tears well up; a great hunger ripples through the group.

 The Grail King languishes in a barren land in a barren castle.

 Dry, brittle, hardened by inertia.

 Parsifal, Knight of the Round, arrives.

Approaching the king, he leans in, whispering in his ear:

“Tell me… what ails thee?”

The king stirs, comes alive. The lands green.  All is restored.

 Priestess costumed as cleric motions to an unhappy child, pats the seat next to her in invitation:

“Come, sit here, and tell me what hurts. I have all afternoon.”

There is a softness in the world that I am seeking.

I can barely breathe sometimes for the want of it.

Authored by Morgana Morgaine/February 2015 with a lot of help from the divine muse who is always seeking out scribes for cosmic memos that need to be shared!!!

And….inspired by encounters with a Sufi, a Global Activist, and a Mystic.



It’s the “Time of the Fall-Aways”, Have You Noticed?

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SCENE ONE:  I am in it! Months of  watching friendships die away, certainties vaporize about future plans, and passions that kept the fire going in my belly disappear.

I am not alone.  I observe the disassembling of the worlds many have built, anemic now, from lack of enthusiasm and care.  Some leave households; some leave the skin of themselves that they are most familiar with on the trunk of a tree, like the locust or katydid, not knowing quite what this will mean or bring.

Call it ennui, a malaise, that has descended and put many of us in a holding pattern, waiting for a runway on which to land and feel rooted again. This too may be a wishful fiction.

I myself waver between periods of surrender and periods of combat with it all.

SCENE TWO:  One day a visitation, quite clearly from another dimension pops through.

I am staring into the face of an ancestral being engaging with me from some imaginal realm. It might be an aboriginal from downunder or a north american plains dweller or a Salish tribal member from the Pacific Northwest where I am presently living and feel most attuned.

At any rate, this being looks straight into me and wordlessly imprints the message:

This is the Time of the Fall-Aways”.  (That’s it!  That’s what I heard, nothing more.)

 SCENE THREE: An ocean of understanding opens up.

First, I see the great human comedy we live most every day whose plot varies little. It goes like this.

Something happens in our personal space, or we see a trend or we compare notes among ourselves on shared feelings or fears and then we go nuts!  

“What’s happening, we say?” What does it mean, we say? What shall we DO, we say?  We need a strategy, a plan, a vaccine against unexpected change”, we say. And while we dither about seeking meanings and remedies, those “things” continue to collapse or change or drift away, leaving us exhausted from our incessant need to have a say; an impact on our carefully cultured world.

The second, and most important realization implied that when ancestral spirits bleed through with bits of wisdom, they speak from the Big Story, like an eagle’s sky-heaven vantage point, rarely thinking through the lens of the Western eye with  “it’s all happening to ME preoccupation.  Big Story names what is, no frills, no speeches, no fabricated stories.

It ‘s that simple and I find it immensely calming. 

What a relief to be in the presence of a quiet sanity asking questions that are helpful: “why on earth do you question what is so evidently going on (like fall- away times, for example)  and make it more complicated, more contentious, more adversarial?  It is not the real way of things, you know, although Westerners have tried to make it so for- oh- so-long in your oh- so -complicated and convoluted history.  “We hope for your recovery!”

SCENE FOUR: The visitation changes me.

I decide to join up, letting fall aways be fall aways. The only requirements are two:

Adopt the practice of time-taking-and-noticing, naming what is really going on under the floor boards of everyday perceptions/assumptions.

And then… find the cracks where more light, more care, and more laughter can come into and through what is.


If I tell you it is the time of the fall-aways and I suggest you make relationship with it, create a ritual or an art piece, some deep sharing with another to honor this space and your bravery in naming it for what it is- head on- without falling into complexities and drama, would you understand that this is one way we transcend a consciousness of fear and begin to live by the heart’s far superior intelligence?

SCENE SIX: The Denouement.

“Take heart”, said  my messenger:  “It is the Time of the Fall-Aways”. Nothing is to be done. Just support what’s happening. Know that renewal of some kind always shows up.

When? Who knows.

Does the Earth require that we know in order to proceed? No.

Do we need to know in order to proceed? No.

The Ancestral Being smiles. “You  just might wake up to the light beings you are, if you keep it this simple.

Belly of Light








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Frack & Distract…or…See With Spirit Eyes

Spirit Eyes

Spirit Eyes

It’s not news to say that one of your greatest tasks is to learn to “see” with  spiritual perception. This enables you to see your actions, behaviors and choices from a higher frequency perspective.

It is often called “taking the high road”, seeing beyond the obvious to an expanded sense of what is really going on.

It takes practice and a desire to support the spiritual evolution of all life, all beings.

It is also true that to “see” world events through “spirit eyes” can awaken fresh hope and optimism as you choose to “see” beyond the obvious in this dimensional reality that many of us try to keep small, homogeneous, and fearful.

One of the most effective tools that I have found for practicing spiritual perception is to ask: “just what is the bigger metaphor in this situation/circumstance?”  In doing this, you have let in spacious new possibilities and options for working with a situation, whatever it is.

A helpful key is to know that solutions that arise from looking through spirit eyes always involve a healing or mending of some sort which by its nature implies that you must dissolve something, release something; useless thought forms, behaviors and actions that get in the way of the mending/healing.

Spiritual perception turns you from victim or bystander to a full force light being seeking higher ways of working with destructive material in your own life and in the world.

So let’s talk fracking and distracting.   Like you, I have read headlines about fracking the earth and the process being used to  suck up the last drops of energy (a metaphor in itself!), what we reduce to calling oil & gas.

Earth fracking involves mega-businesses that willy nilly go about the earth drilling thousands (literally) of holes, running pipe deep into the earth, and then under intense pressure forcing water, sand, toxic and flammable chemicals into the earth so as to fracture, split, undermine, and generally disrupt the integrity of the earth, our very ground and our foundation!

I call this the gang rape of the 21st century. It tends to cause tremors, quakes, and flammable benzene ridden drinking water possibly breathing fire from your backyard garden hose!

 Take a moment to really “take in” these words describing the fracking  process: fracture, split, undermine, disrupt, separate. Now take the metaphor into your everyday life.

We frack everything. We frack each other, we frack whole groups of people, we frack animals and waters and air and hearts and minds.  We frack through wars and corruption and…… most of all, we frack ourselves.   We split, divide, force, undermine and disrupt relationships,  work environments, boundaries (personal and national) and we frack by gender, race and who’s got the power and the resources we want (personal and global); we force feed toxic training using education and social values to frack life into submission.


Most of all, you frack you!  I frack me.  We all frack each other.  You doubt, you diminish and you undermine your sense of self and split-off from the inherent light source that you are.

And what about this training? … It’s cultural and religious …. not innate! It’s not fate nor an unchangeable human destiny!


Far from being despondent about this or drowning in the catch-all phrase: “well, it’s just the way it is!”, I asked a higher frequency question: “how do I shift from a fracking consciousness to mending/unifying these habitual rifts inside and out?” And then, of course, the web of synchronicity provided answers…..

  • Shifting to spiritual perception is to take an internal vow to see with a higher octave sight.
  • It is to wake up to understanding that spirit eyes never accept as “normal or acceptable” the annihilation, subversion, undermining and fracturing of our human experience. Spirit eyes always moves us towards mending and healing the tears in the shared fabric of life.
  • It belongs to a new dimension of existence, a unifying dimension propelling our evolution.
  • I met Tsultrim Allione, a Tibetan Buddhist Lama, a North American Woman by birth and a mender of torn fractured energies (which in her work with western psyches, she personifies as our demons).  Tsultrim’s path is to bring forward the work of an 11th century Tibetan woman, Machig Labdron who essentially counseled humans to cease our knee jerk reaction to do combat, to slay, deny, obliterate, and separate from our internalized fracking (my words) demons that run rampant spewing habits of harm in any and all forms. Instead, her teaching invites us into a transformative conversation with these personal and collective frackers called: “feeding your demons“.

You learn this conversation through a practice and this practice facilitates a shift in your consciousness. It goes something like this:

In meditation, you find a particular demon energy that is fracking you right left and center; some nagging niggling destructive judgment, criticism, loveless message  or behavior that keeps you from your spirit eyes. You then imagine it in material form with characteristics that arise as you allow it to appear in your visualization.  It may have foul breath, big head, flashy sinister eyes, wicked nails….or not.  Next, in conversation  you ask: “What do you want from me (fill in your demon word: jealousy, hate, anger, loveless, cancer/illness etc.), ___________demon?  What do you need from me, _________demon?  And most crucially, you ask: how will you feel if you receive what you need from me, __________demon?  You then become the demon (helps to shift to a second chair so you totally leave your human self) and listen for the answer/s and most especially for how the demon will feel if it gets what it needs.

The demon will tell you (you simply listen with no agenda until the answer comes in words or an image or feeling).  The real psychic alchemical juice of this practice and what differentiates it from a western therapeutic technique is that after you hear what the demon says it will feel, you then visualize the dissolution of  your body into a nectar filled with the feelings the demon needs and “feed the demon” that nectar until it is completely full.

The absolute shamanic holiness and humility of dissolving your own body (your ego self) into food and feeding this rich nectar to what fracks you personally or fracks all life on a global scale can liberate you (overtime) from the consciousness that teaches us “to do constant and ineffective battle” with unwanted and fearful emotions and thought forms, obsessive divisions that distract and enslave us into reacting with an adversarial consciousness, always at war with everything!

Instead, in this practice, you have chosen to listen, to see and hear these split off fractured parts of yourself with spirit eyes and transform and mend the insatiable compulsion to frack: kill, judge, separate, demean, undermine, and overpower. (I enthusiastically recommend the book and audio practice) as there is added depth in Tsultrim’s teaching.

Whether on not you are inspired to try this practice, the essence of the thing is to become aware of fracking, to look for the larger fracking metaphor in world events and use this awareness to shift your own life from fracker to mender/healer  “conversing with” what you view as sources of division for yourself, your family, your workplace, your religion, your country, our world and beyond!

And… you need help to “see” differently, so……

I invite you to discover an ally who alerts you to fracking behaviors in your personal life, work life, life’s endless meetings, your kinship groups, politics/government on and on….  Your awareness creates shifts just because you are no longer in a “fog”, asleep to fracking energies!

Who is this ally? Ask for it to come to you as you do the “feeding your demons” practice. 

My allies are Raven and sometimes Quacking Fracking Duck; both have a keen frack-o-meter!

Quack Frack Duck

Quack Frack Duck

Frack Duck shouts at the top of its beaky lungs: Frack! Frack! Frack! sounding the alarm in the presence of any and all energies that insult my soul, your soul, and the soul of your HOME, first Earth and then the whole Cosmic neighborhood.

What a relief to dissolve your ego self into a precious nectar and feed that which has hammered you your whole life!


This is the stuff of mystics……

This is the stuff of a borderless state of mind!






Philip Seymour Hoffman and Saving Mr. Banks: What’s the Connection?

celtic soulAll in the same week, actor, Philip Seymour Hoffman died and Saving Mr. Banks came to my local movie theater, then I personalized both.

Jim Carrey, actor and comedic genius, commented in a tweet:  “Dear Philip, a beautiful beautiful soul. For the most sensitive among us ‘the noise can be too much’. Bless your heart”.

And then, I watched the storyline for the film Saving Mr. Banks unfold. The father of PL Travers (Helen Goff), who authored Mary Poppins, tells his very young daughter, “PL”, in a moment of  angry despair, feeling suffocated by a life that is “not him” : “we share a Celtic Soul, never let them take that away from you!”  He is a man who by nature is  whimsical, playful, and imaginative. He inspires his daughters with make-believe, turning drudgery into imaginary games and fanciful story. His daughters delight in it….. but, the need to support his family in the backwaters of Australia has him working in a bank, a manager of paper and accounts and people who speak a different language, driven by business and well… money. “The noise is too much” for his softer more lyrical nature.

Both these men, Philip S. Hoffman and Travers Goff succumbed to substance addiction as a way to cope with not being able to cope with “the noise that can be too much”.  It eventually killed both Philip  and Travers Goff, one with heroin and the other with alcohol.

The connection?  I think both deaths are related to the challenge of having been born Celtic Souls , a poetic term for highly sensitive people rather than something only the Irish can lay claim to!

I googled  “highly sensitive people” (some would call them empaths) and here are a few of the characteristics describing such souls among us: “these are humans that rarely “do” everyday 9-5  life with ease.  If they do manage to, it requires painstaking effort; a fake it ’til you make it (or don’t ) discipline while trying to make sense of an homogenized mainstream western culture that seems beyond bearable at times.

They are souls that do not fit the tough, stoic, go-get’em  ideal of success so glorified amongst us.  They are people drawn to finding a deeper meaning.  It is a need not a pastime, and often a source of painful yearning that goes unsatisfied leaving such souls bewildered, wondering if they missed the memo about “how to do the business of life” without an MBA in hand.

I would venture to say the world is rampant with “highly sensitive souls”, people who think they were dropped here from a distant star without a manual and often find self destructive ways to protect their soft underbelly: drink, drugs, depression, and isolation in an attempt to escape the noise.

 I have a feeling it all starts very young when we first encounter the rough and tumble world through our families, schools and later jobs that bore us silly and seem useless to all the delights we might pursue.  In my experience, it seems to require the better part of a lifetime for highly sensitive people to get their bearings (if they ever do). I have found it so for me.

Underneath all this is what  Roya R. Rad, Ma, PsyD describes as the characteristics of highly sensitive people:
1. Have great imagination
2. Have great intellectual abilities
3. Are creative
4. Have a curious mind
5. Are hard workers
6. Are good problem solvers
7. Are extremely conscious and compassionate
8. Are intuitive, caring and spiritual
9. Have a strong sense of aesthetic awareness
10. Respect nature, art and music greatly
11. Have profound and intense sensations
12. Can access important information from the unconscious mind
13. Have a depth of understanding and feelings
14. Are objective and can see the bigger picture

Some of these characteristics work in our present culture, but many do not enjoy the same degree of worth.  We might value hard workers and problem solvers, but find the intuitive, caring and spiritual to be “side dishes” to the goals of success.

For those of us who identify with the HSP label or its poetic equivalent, the Celtic soul, what is real is often much more in our imaginations, in artful image, in soaring music that stirs us to wonder and awe. We are drawn to story and may be actors or writers because a good story is alive, felt, and moves us.

If we are fortunate to discover Nature in all her wildness and bring it into our lives then we have moments of seeing our own true nature mirrored back to us: imaginative, curious, unharnessed, and profoundly spiritual.  Nature provides the “big picture” offering the incomparable yearned for intimacy that eludes many of us elsewhere, bringing a sense of connection and belonging.

Here is my disclaimer: This is a purely personal lens through which I write.  It is not an all encompassing “truth”.  Much of it is personal to me, but I am grateful to Philip and Travers Goff and others (Virgina Woolf and many other creative women) who seem kindred spirits and great teachers asking us through their own tragic stories to find a different way, a different path… where we call to us kindred Celtic souls with whom to play and love and share whimsy, imagination and authentic intimacy, all of which the world may or may not ever value as the bottomline.

  I write this piece in praise of  the Celtic Soul, in praise of Philip Seymour Hoffman, Travers Goff,  and the myriad of other creative souls, famous or not, who have sought “Spirit” mistaking “spirits” or other addictive substances for a way in, a way to feel a part of the bigger picture.

You are Earth’s treasures, but I venture to say, you come from the stars!

Latihan, Mystics and Holy Fools to the Rescue!


Human Drama Syndrome

I recently put myself into a crazed funk about all things political. 

I lost all perspective on what is real and what is not.  I so depleted my energy and optimism that I actually wondered if I was losing every shred of balance that I have earned through therapy, coaching, nature’s healing, and hard won practices learned to “suck the yuck” from my brain circuitry!

It happened as I sat at my favorite “java haunt”on Whidbey Island, having obsessed over news blogs and rancorous videos of DC’s government shenanigans, for the umpteenth day in a row, I might add. 

I knew this was the way to lose my soul and fall head over heels into the drama of other people’s messes.

 I drove home, asking the ethers how to shift my focus and hopefully see more clearly. 

Usually my default habits are to read something uplifting, take a walk, escape into a movie or lose myself in a carb-induced stupor!

This time, I broke with tradition!

I decided to go down an Alice-like rabbit hole seeking other dimensions within myself rather than scanning the landscape out there for relief… and that brings me to the spiritual practice called Latihan.

I had never heard of Latihan until a year ago when a friend mentioned it in conversation; the hairs stood up on my arms, a sure sign of truth or recognition, and I said to her: “tell me more” and she did.

In essence, Latihan is a practice of release, emptying, making room for the god-stuff (however you see that) to fill you, replacing everyday nonsense, one’s own and that absorbed from the collective, with a surrender beyond mind and beyond the personal “I gotta be me” self.

 It is a practice, not a religion.

The mystic would say that it takes the particles of your being and reorders them, sort of  like a cosmic reboot! 

And, surrender fuels “the way out of  the out there”, where the constant thrum of human drama scatters, divides, and confuses us, most of the time.

Latihan is practiced solo and in groups. I describe it as people coming together in a stew pot, each person adding their own surrender to that of others, allowing something beyond the contrived or expected to come through.

So, still reeling from the mind mess I had allowed to overtake me, I practiced Latihan alone in my living room.

I moved, I murmured, I took deep breaths hoping to shift.

“Not so fast!”, said my mind, stepping in, as if on cue, with frantic efforts to control the whole thing.

Nevertheless, I persisted……murmuring, moving, breathing and then… something began to change. 

Words flew in and around my mind and entered the room. I knew the mystics were afoot!

Sensing a crack in my armor, the bliss of irrational thought rushed in before I could regroup and take command.

First came Francis (of Assisi, that is) and his familiar words. I spoke them aloud:

“I hung upside down, I hung upside down, I hung upside down….

and then… I saw the world as it really is!”  

(Over and over I repeated it, eyes closed and body moving in sympathy with the delight of it.) 

 Holy Fool, the upside down and backward reveler in truth came next:

“I rode the horse backward, I rode the horse backward, I rode the horse backward

and then.. I saw the world as it really is.” 

 More words flying from my mouth…my feet turning me in expanded circles:

“I whirled like a dervish, I whirled like a dervish, I whirled like a dervish!…

and now… I see the world as it really is!”

I was laughing, a lightness of being taking me over. I felt like Hildegard of Bingen’s “feather on the breath of god”.

But then… full stop… the personal “I gotta be me” of me freaked out, endeavoring to regain control: 

YOU are going OUT of your mind, you are going out of your MIND!”

Delighted to be so accused and feeling it to be true, I nodded giddily to the walls and windows:

Yes, Yes, I am going OUT of my MIND!

Thank you!  Thank you!

I AM going out of my mind.

and…NOW, I see the world as it really is!”


It is so easy to get caught up in the unreal of human dramas. I make drama. You make drama. And when we humans all get together in politics and countries and the thousands of “isms”, we really make drama.

It all becomes sacred cows that we treat as believable, the truth and worthy of our emotional energy and life focus.  Unplugging is a necessity, but many times the “hey wait a minute, what am I buying into here?” takes awhile to sink in.

cow resting

Obviously, the mystics work for me!

And you, what brings you out of the crazed funks and the drama of human messes?